Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-14-2009, 04:07 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n, stripped of its self-control and sanity, had just about finished letting off every last trap and death-threat the Funhouse offered. Each did little damage to it, other than drive the part of it which shied away from the onslaught of song deeper and deeper behind the protection of the void.
Its grand tour of the deathtrap domicile completed, with no trace of Cabaret, Vyrm'n buckled a load-bearing wall in frustration. Rage still pounded unceasingly through its black soul, demanding an outlet.
The Faceless stood stock-still, another blip of consciousness probing for the conjurer's presence, and failing with the mess of debris the shadow stood in.
But wait, something else... in the spore room. Continuing with its present theme of a direct, head-first approach at tackling problems, Vyrm'n leapt at the ceiling, each Funhouse-quaking smack stressing the floorboards.
On the third leap, Vyrm'n soared out of the floor with a splintering crunch; startling Galus who crouched behind the remnants of Vyrm'n's barricade on the spore room exit. Readying his pistol, the pilot waited as he listened to the Faceless redistribute its bulk so it could remain on the ruined floor without the whole room failing structurally.
Galus wasn't expecting the Faceless to eschew the doorway and ram the patch of wall he sheltered behind, though. He only had a split second to react as he heard the creak of floorboards, and the first splintering plinks of wood being rent apart by a massive force.
Vyrm'n, stripped of its self-control and sanity, had just about finished letting off every last trap and death-threat the Funhouse offered. Each did little damage to it, other than drive the part of it which shied away from the onslaught of song deeper and deeper behind the protection of the void.
Its grand tour of the deathtrap domicile completed, with no trace of Cabaret, Vyrm'n buckled a load-bearing wall in frustration. Rage still pounded unceasingly through its black soul, demanding an outlet.
The Faceless stood stock-still, another blip of consciousness probing for the conjurer's presence, and failing with the mess of debris the shadow stood in.
But wait, something else... in the spore room. Continuing with its present theme of a direct, head-first approach at tackling problems, Vyrm'n leapt at the ceiling, each Funhouse-quaking smack stressing the floorboards.
On the third leap, Vyrm'n soared out of the floor with a splintering crunch; startling Galus who crouched behind the remnants of Vyrm'n's barricade on the spore room exit. Readying his pistol, the pilot waited as he listened to the Faceless redistribute its bulk so it could remain on the ruined floor without the whole room failing structurally.
Galus wasn't expecting the Faceless to eschew the doorway and ram the patch of wall he sheltered behind, though. He only had a split second to react as he heard the creak of floorboards, and the first splintering plinks of wood being rent apart by a massive force.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow